Author: von-scriptenstein

[MF] The creepy roommate of my FWB Part 2: Return of the Creeper

**[Link to Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5woprb/mf_exhibition_the_creepy_roommate_of_my_fwb/)**

*Fair warning that this is long, and that it does not represent my proudest moments. As I was writing I kept going back and adding little details as I remembered them. Do you ever conjure up an embarrassing memory and your brain can’t stop building on it, making you remember more and more little things until that shame bomb is primed to detonate? This whole story represents that process, I think.*

True to my word, I had Tink over to my tiny little apartment the following day, despite the fact that I was really crunched for time at that point (I’d been working on three separate papers for grad school and needed to finish my research). As exciting as Creeper’s voyeuristic interlude had been the night before, it didn’t do much to alleviate the guilt I felt over staring at her while I fucked Tink. Not telling Tink about it felt more than a bit like lying, but I was also afraid to just come right out and say what had happened as Tink always struck me as a bit vindictive and I wasn’t exactly keen to incur that wrath. Read more »

[MF] [Exhibition] The creepy roommate of my FWB turned out to be a bit of a nympho

I was well into my first year as a graduate student and several weekend parties had supplied me with quite a few new friends that quickly became friends PLUS, if you know what I’m saying.

(I’m saying we fucked a bunch. Like friends plus fucking. In case that was mysterious at all. There was sex.)

One such friend was a woman I’ll call Tinkerbell, mainly because she was strangely obsessed with fairies and decorated all her possessions with them. Tinkerbell was a townie, so not somebody I knew through school. This was perfect for me because it meant that there was very little risk of the awkwardness of slowly building attachments through constant contact, as I never saw her unless I happened to be at the mall where she worked. Since I hate the mall, this meant I pretty much only saw her when she contacted me for sex. For a friend with benefits situation, that’s about as ideal as it gets.

I was studying on a Wednesday night when my laptop flashed with a new instant message from Tinkerbell. Yes, this story involves AOL Instant Messenger. For the younger readers out there, this was basically text messages you could only access on your computer. This was a pre-youtube-and-facebook era internet, if you can imagine it. Read more »

[MF] The Era of Man Slut: Stephanie

I didn’t go on my first legitimate date until I was 19 and in college, and the sum total of sexual experiences I had during this blissful undergraduate years wouldn’t even require the remaining fingers of a grizzled old high school Wood Shop teacher to count, so while I wasn’t completely inexprienced, I’d hardly say I had a particular set of skills, acquired over a long career.

This changed when I entered graduate school, though to be honest, I don’t know *what* specifically changed, or how I can harnass it for amazing personal gain (because if I *could* do that, I’d already be living in Atlantis and fucking my harem of mermaids – I like to dream big).Somewhere between general study at one university and applying for much higher education at another, there was a seismic shift in my ability to interact with women I find attractive and, more importantly, their overall interest in me. As a result, I now refer to my graduate school career as the Era of Man Slut, because sweet bouncing *bits*, I had a lot of sex during that time. Read more »

[MF] The teacher who solidified my big boob fascination

I have quite a few stories from my youth that would be worth telling, but I’ll start with an event that firmly shaped my desire for thicker, curvy women. I apologize that this won’t have any proper sex in it, but it does contain sexy situations.

When I was a freshman in high school I had a science teacher who was known throughout the school for having an absolutely massive chest. She wasn’t petite and busty by any stretch of the imagination, but nor was she particularly large. I’d certainly classify her as a BBW, but she’d be right at home on a subreddit like gonewildcurvy.

She always wore this dark red lipstick and even though she generally fully covered her chest, her breasts were so prominent that there was no *real* way to hold them back from public view. As a straight boy going through puberty at that time it made for an interesting class. Let’s just say I exited every day with my books held in front of my crotch like a real smooth operator. Read more »